This
is the latest in Camille Griep’s Our House. To go to the column page,
please click here. “Find me, save me, give me back my dress. How dare
you write me when you cannot confess” —Venus Hum “Give Me Back My Dress”
When Venus Hum released “Give Me Back My Dress,” in 2008, it […]

Ecuador,
my old friend. You have not changed. From the plane, I see Quito
coming, a great spill of a city filling the valley and creeping up the
mountainsides. It has been twenty years since I was here, a girl of
thirteen, so scared I was trembling in the terminal. “Lucretia!” My Tia
Flor, strong […]

This
is the latest in Meg Tuite’s Exquisite Duet. To go to the column page,
please click here. “The Lost and Erasable Parts of Us” by Robert Vaughan
I moved into a basement apartment. The first thing to go was my sense
of smell. Whether by cognitive choice or simply chance, everything
smelled like Cheetos. […]

Paintings
of a Dead Lover 1. Anna in Manhattan, playing the flute in a melting
room. Rats push to the front, to the subway door, caught under the air
they suffocate during the C flat. 2. Anna in Vermont, naked on the
sheepskin, next to an iron stove. Firemen wait outside for a chance to
[…]

The
Reviewed: So You Know It’s Me by Brian Oliu The
Reviewer: Judy Clement Wall *** Ten reasons
why I loved Brian Oliu’s So You Know It’s Me:
1. I ordered it from Tiny Hardcore Press, and it’s so tiny, it fits
in the pocket of my skinniest jeans. That’s not a requirement for
a book, of course, but it is cool. 2. […]

This
is the latest in Sara Lippmann’s Read it Loud: Notes From Storytime. To
go to the column page, please click here. A friend tells me she’s
taking a writing class with Lore Segal. How is it? I ask. We are
sitting around my kitchen table. There is tea, etc. As you might
imagine, she […]

Your
baby’s getting ugly, they told me, but don’t worry it’s probably a
phase. It’s the unibrow, said Marcy. When he’s older you can get rid of
it. They have lasers, wax, tweezers. You can shave it off while he’s
little. And he’ll grow into that head, said Jacob. Just hope it’s before
he starts […]

My
mother promised that someday we’d gather up all the unwanted horses in
the world, and we’d build a home for them. Each horse would have a
bronze nameplate on their own stall, each horse would have its own name
again. “How many unwanted horses can there be?” I asked. Every girl in
Ms. Cleveland’s […]

A
Series of Images at Night a small moon-rabbit stands on its toes, leaps
to avoid a car a barely-human figure made of bone and tissue ignites
and bursts into poppies the clitoris, a leaf, becomes a light bulb under
someone’s tongue everything’s gone wild; the fog looks more and more
like a person * […]

This
is the latest in Margaret LaFleur’s Travel By. To go to the column
page, please click here. The sky was grey and overcast. It was probably
early afternoon. I had been crying for an hour or so in an ugly,
unwelcome sort of way. My throat was sore and I could still feel the […]